she says it’s cold outside and she hands me my raincoat
she’s always worried about things like that
she says it’s all gonna end and it might as well be my fault
and she only sleeps when its raining
and she screams and her voice is straining

and she says baby
it’s 3am I must be lonely
when she says baby
well I can’t help but be scared of it all sometimes
she says the rain’s gonna wash away I believe it

she’s got a little bit of something, God it’s better than nothing
and in her color portrait world she believes that she’s got it all
she swears the moon don’t hang quite as high as it used to
and she only sleeps when its raining
and she screams, and her voice is straining

she believes that life is made up of all that you’re used to
and the clock on the wall has been stuck at 3 for days, and days
she thinks that happiness is the mat that sits on her doorway
but outside its stopped raining